LL A.K.: Hello!

Falcon: Wazzup?

LL A.K.: Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, because it was LONG AS HELL!

Falcon: Seventeen pages…

LL A.K.: Biggest chapter yet.

Falcon: Like how OotP is the biggest HP book. Turns out J.K. said that the next book will be shorter, and the last one should be shorter than that.

LL A.K.: At least we'll be able to close our bookbag.

Falcon: Yeah, but there's only two books left!

LL A.K.: We have a confession. When we first started this fic, the original idea was that Sensui would teach Defense and Itsuki would teach Demonology.

Falcon: Changed our mind at the last second.

LL A.K.: As for the title of the last chapter, Yusuke's name means 'Ghost Helper'!

Falcon: We have a little comment on the Silver thing.

LL A.K.: Hard to be a Mary-Sue when you hardly are mentioned, ne?

Falcon: Someone asked us if the story could be Shounen-ai.

LL A.K.: No offense to the Shounen-ai lovers, but we don't really care for it unless it's Itsuki and Sensui. (Which there will be some of).

Falcon: We want to test our POV stuff, too, briefly. Tell us if it's any good!

Ominous Disclaimer Voice That Comes From Nowhere: Long Live Asato Kido and Falcon-sama don't own YuYu Hakusho; if they did, don't you think Phoenix and Diablo would be on there?

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"You're not going anywhere." He said in Japanese, frightening several students with the fact he was standing on the windowsill, and they were on the fourth floor.

"Yusuke?" Kurama said in disbelief. There was no way; Yana had just received a letter from him that morning! But it was him, his bare arms and chest bore deep purple/black markings all over them, and his hair was long and black.

But what scared him the most was the body he was holding. The white outfit with the symbol on the back, the bandages wrapped around his waist, and the somewhat curled orange hair. He was holding Kuwabara's motionless body, and staring at them with the same glare he had when fighting Sensui or Toguro.

"What the hell's going on?" Asato demanded. "Urameshi, what're—?"

"Shut up, Kido, unless you want these people to die, which they will; so, go ahead, try to do something." He sneered.

Norom was frozen where she stood, terrified, while Professor Phoenix was forced to pathetically cower in a dark corner, away from the sunlight.

Mitarai pulled out his knife carefully, but Yusuke noticed the motion. "Don't even try it, Sea Man. You really think I'm that- Agh!"

He looked at his shoulder, a quill was embedded in it, the edges were glistening, proving it had been hardened and sharpened. Blood was flowing from it, and landing on the ground and on Kuwabara's head. A growl rumbled in his throat as he looked at Hagiri.

"Nice trick you've got there. Mind if I show you how to use it properly?" He pulled the quill out, and threw it at Hagiri.

"Stupefy!" Harry said, wand out, and the quill dropped at Hagiri's feet. Yusuke's gaze immediately turned to Harry.

"And you are…?" He said in English.

"None of your business." He pointed his wand at Yusuke. "Impedimenta!"

"NO, HARRY!" Hermione shouted.

But just as Yusuke went to use Kuwabara as a human shield, the beam of green light was stopped when Yana jumped in front of it. He yelled in pain as he fell to the ground.

"What the heck was he thinking?!" Rinku said, hand in pocket, stringing yo-yos to his fingers.

"He knew that Yusuke would use Kuwabara to his advantage, so he blocked the attack altogether." Hiei refused to take his eyes off of Yusuke.

"Heh." Yusuke sneered, and his eyes froze upon the scar that was poorly hidden under Harry's bangs. "Harry Potter. Should be fun killing you." He it in English as he readjusted his grip on Kuwabara's collar slightly. "Such a shame too. A friend of mine wanted to do it himself, but he's too afraid to show his face nowadays." He clenched his hand into a fist and dashed at Harry, and froze when his fist was a millimeter away from Harry's face.

"Thanks for breaking that window, Urameshi." Asato sneered. His face had the same twisted look it had when he first met Yusuke. "Really let the light in, didn't you?"

"Let. Me. Go. Now. Or. Else." Yusuke snarled, his grip slacked on Kuwabara, who fell to the ground with a thud.

"Don't feel like it." The blond said simply, and rammed his elbow into Yusuke's ribcage as hard as he could, and a loud crack was heard, signaling that some just broke.

"Argh!" He yelled in pain. Then Kido's hand slammed against his throat, and began tightening his grip, making him unable to breathe.

"Maybe, if I make you suffocate slowly, you'll come to your goddamn senses!"

"Stop… he… can't… help it…"

Everyone's heads turned to look down next to Yusuke, Kuwabara was attempting to get up, straining.

"Some guys… with hoods…they—" He coughed, and blood came from his mouth. "They said they knew… what he was… and they did some-… something weird… Imperio… or something like that…" He fought to get up, but fell back down.

"What did he say?" Malfoy said in a panicked voice as Hermione, Ron, and Silver helped get Kuwabara in a chair, where he dazedly almost fell off.

"Men in hoods attacked Yusuke, with the Imperious Curse." Kurama said, looking at Kuwabara with pity. "That explains how he knew who Harry was, they were wizards."

"Death Eaters." Neville breathed, stealing a glance at Malfoy.

"Well, aren't you smart?" Yusuke managed to say, despite Asato's grip on him. "Well, Kuwabara, are you gonna kill me or what, pal?"

Kuwabara glared at Yusuke, his voice much stronger. "You're not him, I don't know what you did to him, but you're not Urameshi."

"C'mon, we've known each other for a long time, why do we have to call each other by surnames, huh, Kazu"—

WHAM!

Yusuke was sent flying into the wall, which forced Asato to chase after him, and slid baseball-style onto his shadow.

"NO ONE CALLS ME BY MY FIRST NAME BUT MY SISTER AND MY GIRLFRIEND! GOT IT, YA STUPID MIND-CONTROLLIN' FREAK!?" Orange energy involuntarily sparked around Kuwabara's right hand. Yusuke's eyes looked at the sparks with interest.

"And how do you plan on breaking the little connection I have with your friend?" He said in a low voice.

Kurama looked at the apparition nearby. "Have you located them yet, Hiei?"

"Where've you been for the past five minutes, fox?"

"Do it now."

Hiei smirked and there was a faint glow under his bandanna. Then, Yusuke started screaming in agony, so much so that it startled Asato to get off his shadow. He clenched his head in pain.

"Interesting thing about possession, Voldemort." Kurama said quietly near Yusuke, certain the Dark Lord could hear him. "Demons, purebred, half-breeds, or otherwise, are difficult to control; that spell is powerful and you have proven it works well, but the mind is stronger than mere sticks and words."

Yusuke let out a final yell, then said in a vary of hiss-like words that were unmistakably Parseltongue, "The Boy Who Lived… You will die sssoon…" Then, Yusuke fell to the ground.

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Yusuke's POV

"Dear, dear, Crabbe, you should know better than to insult Miss Weasley by now… these sorts of, ah, problems, can be quite difficult to remove."

Who the hell was that? Some lady, I guess.

"We have a Quidditch match tomorrow, Pomfrey, is he going to be cured by then?" A man's voice, sounded ticked off.

What are they saying?

"Of course he is! Warthog Wart Whomps are difficult to remove, but not impossible, Severus."

Are they speaking English?

"Besides, Draco Malfoy's okay, after being traumatized so by that 'incident', I wouldn't worry, it's just Quidditch."

Dammit, why did I skip English?!

"Just Quidditch that Minerva and her little Gryffindors have won since Potter came here." The man grumbled.

I opened my eyes. The walls were brick, that's good, they're not rubber or anything. Ceiling, brick. Okay, at least I'm not at a mental institution. I sat up, and a pain shot through my side. I looked, it was bandaged, and there was faint purple that was uncovered. Who the hell did that to me? Curtains surrounded me on all sides but behind me.

"Okay, hospital, I guess." I said very quietly, turning my gaze to the table next to the bed. Weird beaker-looking things and a cauldron sat there, all of them filled with stuff that looked like Kool-Aid rejects. Well, it was October; maybe they just decorated everyone's room for Halloween, or something. Speaking of Halloween, these stupid tattoos make me look dressed up. Damn.

"That one boy," Severus, Syphilis, whatever his name was, muttered, "Does anyone know how he got here?"

"All I've heard from students is that he had the Imperious Curse used against him, and he just showed up in Sanguinario's classroom. What I don't understand is why he didn't try to help them."

The man snorted. Then the woman said something weird.

"There you go, Vincent, no harm done, and you don't have to brush your tusks!" She paused in her gibberish. "What is it? I'm done with him, you can go now, I have other patients to attend to, you know."

"I want to see the boy."

"The boy? Which one?"

"The one who attacked Potter."

She snorted, whatever was being said, she didn't like it. "Fine, but he needs to rest, been out cold for two weeks. He looks like he's got a hair-growth jinx on him, hair's crazier than Professor Diablo's."

Then, the curtain was pushed aside, and a, what's the word, stout? Yeah, a stout lady and some man that instantly reminded me that I needed to buy more hair gel, only his hair was nasty and about as long as Keiko's, and he had a big nose that made me think of Yana.

He better have gotten my letter. Stupid owl.

"How can you allow your hair to grow like that?" He said in a sarcastic tone (I think).

The woman came up to me. "About time you woke up, I've been needing this bed to be vacant for a while. How do you feel?"

"Look lady, I have no clue what you're saying, and I doubt I should care. Where am I?" I demanded, then noticed that the man was staring at my almost totally bare torso. "What, never seen muscles and scar tissue?" I said, annoyed.

"He's Japanese, like the transfers." The man, once again, said something weird.

"Hey, d'ya mind? I'd like to know what the hell you're saying!" I yelled, annoyed, and I heard a familiar chuckle.

"Hey, Urameshi, how's it going?" The curtain on the side opened, and there was Yana, big hair and all. "Decided to bring that look back again, eh? Still looks weird."

"Well, you always look weird. Where am I? And don't tell me I'm at that school you're supposed to be at."

He was quiet.

"Well?!"

He grinned. "You told me not to tell you."

I groaned, and fell back onto the bed. "I'm at Hogwarts?"

Apparently, the two idiots at the foot of the bed understood something. "Why did he just say 'Hogwarts?'" The man asked, and Yana answered in the same language.

"He figured out where he's at." Yana said, with his mismatched stupid grin and half-asleep eyes. "Yep, sure are." He said to me.

I made a gun shape with my hand and pretended to shoot myself in the head, and I could feel the heat coming from my hand, after being used to that gesture, energy just naturally flowed to my finger.

"Hey, be my guest." Yana suppressed a laugh and it ended up a snort. "Need help?" He held his hand out so that I could see it change to match mine, complexion and scars.

"Excuse me, but how does he know about Hogwarts?" The ugly man said.

"Who is that guy?" I asked.

"Snape-sensei." He said plainly.

"Ah."

"Answer my question, Mister Yanagisawa."

Wow, he said Yana's last name without messing up. Freaky.

"We've been keeping in touch."

"With a Muggle." He turned red. "You've been communicating with a Muggle."

"Not just any Muggle." I turned to see who just said that, but regretted it as soon as a searing pain went through my side.

"Headmaster." Snape said gruffly.

"I have talked to a friend of mine from Japan, and she has told me that this boy is quite extraordinary."

"I thought we had no connections in the east." Snape looked a little surprised.

"Well, there is a psychic there, by the name of Genkai"—

"Genkai?" I blurted, and then turned to Yana. "Why did he say Genkai?"

"He says he knows her." He shrugged.

"Did anyone ask you to translate?" Snape fumed at Yana.

"Calm down, Severus, the boy can know." The old guy with the long beard smiled. "Besides, Mister Yanagisawa along with two of the other transfers are her pupils."

"They were taught by a psychic?" He glared at me for a second then moved on to Yana. "But that's merely what Muggles call a Seer, correct?"

I took a quick glance around the room. The woman had moved on to check on some kid with red hair that was covered in mud and unconscious.

"That is not always true, Severus. You see, she had told me that they had encountered a young man that was an actual mind-reader."

"She told you about Murota?" Yana, once again, spoke in that stupid language.

"Yes she did, most unfortunate, too, poor thing." The old guy must have saw Snape's confused look. "He was eaten by another psychic in order to take his power."

"But how could"—

"Gourmet ate psychics and demons to get their powers." Yana muttered. "But he got his head chopped off, and he's dead."

Snape looked at Yana. "You speak casually about death?"

Yana grinned that same stupid grin. "Why not, Murota was a good guy, wanted to be a boxer, planned on using his power to predict his opponents' moves. I just don't think you should tear yourself apart on these things, he had a good life."

"And why are you guys saying 'Murota?'" I asked, getting tired of being quiet, and now inspecting the markings on my arms.

"Wizards don't believe in true psychics, say it's only Seers that can do anything, and that's just read tea leaves and stuff."

I nodded, even though I only halfway knew what he was talking about.

"As I was saying," The old guy continued. "True psychics can form mystical energy within the palms of their hands, very much like this boy." He inclined his head towards me. "But, the purest psychics are easily Genkai and the young man who also arrived here two weeks ago, Kazuma Kuwabara." Then he smiled, "But then again, I'm not authorized to say his name, now am I?"

"What do you mean by 'the purest psychics'?" Big-nose asked, at least, I think it was a question.

"I have already told you about the portal that demons are coming through, Severus. But when that portal was first opened almost a year ago, the energies emitted from the portal in Mushiyori City began infecting the Muggles with the slightest capability of eastern magic, called Spirit Energy, or Reiki as they called it."

Finally! A word I knew.

"Those Muggles gained powers, unwillingly, fueled by the demonic energy emitted from the portal. Three of the 'infected' went to see Genkai, and were trained to harness their powers, and use them to their full extent." He turned to look at Yana. "Isn't that correct, Mister Yanagisawa?"

Yana's let out a 'gulp' that I could barely hear. "Master Genkai told you a lot, huh?"

He nodded. "And we changed the passwords to all but the Gryffindor room, Yanagisawa, after we figured out what you had been up to."

Snape looked at the old man. "And his ability is to know passwords, Dumbledore?"

The old man chuckled. "It's much more impressive. But I believe it is better to be kept private."

"Thanks, Professor."

The Snape guy looked pissed off, took one more look at me and said "Good day, Dumbledore." And with that, he walked out.

The old man smiled, looking in the direction of the door, and then looked at my injury. "Perhaps you would like to view the school later, when you are stronger."

Heh, I actually understood that.

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Normal POV…

Yusuke and Yana hung out in the hospital wing for a while longer, until Madam Pomfrey shooed Yana away (He was about to leave anyway, it was lunchtime).

Yusuke lay still in the bed for a while, trying to remember how he got to Hogwarts. But he couldn't think of a reason. He wished he knew what the kids who came and went in there were saying, it was driving him insane! The only thing he could figure out was that the words 'frog-lady Norom' were apparently nothing good, because the students would whisper it usually when around a woman that looked very ugly and had a strange habit of coughing and dodging his gaze, afraid to lock eyes with him. He didn't care about that, though, it was just how he was missing two and a half weeks in his memory.

He sat up and put his hands to his face, growing bored. Maybe he'd walk around for a while, look around; it was what he did when he skipped school. Just as he began to get up, legs over the bed, he heard people.

"Honestly, you should be more careful with that thing during practice, vent your anger during our match against Slytherin." A girl's voice, followed by another.

"Maybe Ron's hair distracted him, you know, because it's so violent-looking, like, um…"

"Red to a bull?" A familiar voice suggested.

"I could use some Red Bull." Another familiar voice said.

"What's that?"

"Energy drink, enough caffeine to make Hiei go insane."

"Yeah, well let's see how Ron's doing, and don't clobber him again, Hagiri."

Yusuke opened the curtains and looked at the group of people, three girls, some boy with glasses, green eyes, and a funny looking scar, a typically disgruntled Hagiri, and, almost catlike in grace, Kurama. All of them were considerably soaked, and holding… brooms?

"Well, Yusuke, you're up, finally." Kurama smiled.

"Nice hair." Hagiri smirked.

"Yeah, great, why are you holding a broom?" Yusuke asked, ignoring the fact that the girls were goggling at his muscles and markings.

"Quidditch. It's like the basketball of the wizarding world. Quite fun, actually." He then turned and looked almost startled that there were other people near him. "Where are my manners? Yusuke, this is Angelina Johnson, captain of the team, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Harry Potter. Care to introduce yourself? Its surname last here, though, I'm afraid."

"Careful, Kurama, you'll ruin his entire train of thought." Hagiri smirked.

"Just say 'my name's' before you say your name, and you'll do fine."

"Oh, okay. Better not be a trick."

"It's not."

Yusuke rolled his eyes. "My name's Yusuke Urameshi." He said in English.

The one named Harry looked a little surprised. "You're the one who broke into Demonology two weeks ago?"

Hagiri's smirk vanished into an 'of course he is, you idiot' look. "That's him."

"Is this the kid that they postponed the Hogsmeade trip for?" Katie asked.

"Sadly, yes. But now that he's awake, we can go today." Kurama smiled. "I heard that the butterbeer was good."

"So… You-Know-Who used the Imperious Curse on him?" Angelina asked, brow raised.

"I'd use it on him." Alicia whispered, causing Katie to giggle.

"Yes, but I believe he has a right to know what happened before the rest can go on in detail, after all, it happened to him." Kurama looked at Yusuke for a moment, "I'll explain what happened later."

"Okay…"

Harry saw Ron start to shrug out of his near-coma. He ran up to the bed and pulled up a chair to sit in. "How's it going, Ron?"

"Hey, Harry, you know how you don't know much about your family?" Ron said in a serious voice.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Did you know you're a twin?"

Harry shook his head disdainfully. Hagiri must have hit him harder than they thought.

"You okay, Ron?" Angelina said, nearly knocking Harry off the chair. "Will you be able to play tomorrow?"

Ron shrugged. "I guess. He looked past the group. "Who's he?"

They turned around, and Yusuke was looking at Ron curiously.

"Getting better on sneaking up, Yusuke." Kurama grinned.

"That's nice." Yusuke muttered, and turned to Hagiri. "So, was he hurt in that sport-thing?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Hagiri said dismissively.

"Hey, you're that guy that broke in Demonology, aren't you?" Ron asked Yusuke.

"Huh?"

Kurama translated. Yusuke shrugged. "Hai."

"Hi? But I asked a ques"—

"It means 'yes', Ron." Kurama said gently. "Yusuke doesn't speak English."

"But he was earlier."

"That was because of Vol"— Hagiri saw the girls begin to flinch. "The snake guy."

Ron nodded. "So, I'm alright now, I think. When are we going to Hogsmeade?"

Harry looked at his watch. "Twenty minutes!" He dashed out of the room, forsaking his friend and team.

Kurama sighed. "Well, I should probably get all this dirt and leaves out of my hair." He saw Yusuke's puzzled face, then the toushin began ranting.

"DAMMIT, KURAMA, WOULD IT KILL YOU TO SPEAK WHERE I CAN UNDERSTAND YOU!? I HAVE NO CLUE HOW I GOT HERE, PEOPLE ARE STARING AT ME, MY HAIR'S STILL HUGE, I STILL HAVE THESE STUPID MARKINGS, AND MY SHIRT AND BEST FRIEND ARE MISSING!"

Kurama turned around and saw Ron, Hagiri and the girls creep out of the room. Kurama took off his robes (although they were dirty) and gave them to Yusuke. "There. Kuwabara should be in the Gryffindor tower, and you were possessed earlier, that's why you can't remember anything. You didn't harm anyone though. And I'll cut the hair off in a moment."

"Okay. But tell me one thing."

"Sure."

"Who broke my ribs?"

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"DAMMIT, Kido! If you don't get off my shadow, I swear I'll"—

"You'll what?" The thuggish blond smirked. "Kill me?"

"Sounds good!" Yusuke growled. His hair was back to its un-slicked normal, but he still had the markings on his body. He had borrowed clothes from a few Gryffindor boys, whether they liked it or not.

They stared each other down for roughly five minutes when Kurama, Yana and Hagiri approached.

"You just had to tell him, didn't you, Kurama?" Asato growled.

"Whatever do you mean, Kido?" The kitsune merely smiled warmly.

Asato started grumbling. "Stupid demons, always got their head— OW!" He lashed around, and saw Rinku holding a yoyo, walking alongside Mitarai and about fifteen feet away from Hiei.

"What were you saying?" Rinku smirked as the punk swore under his breath and moved his foot away from Yusuke's shadow.

"About damn time." Yusuke muttered. He looked towards one of the stores, where Kuwabara was eagerly looking in the window. "So… he seems to be taking this magic stuff well."

"He was only unconscious when you brought him here. He's had two weeks to learn a few words." Kaitou stated, straightening his glasses (Yana mocked him, making a face).

"Like what?" Touya asked, elbowing Jin so he'd quit laughing at Yana.

"He knows the money system quite well, believe it or not. He's memorized how to greet people and has learned that anything from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes can't be trusted."

"Sounds smart enough." The toushin sighed when he saw Kuwabara walk into Honeydukes. "Hey, genius, wait up!"

They all ran after him, and were shocked when they saw how crowded the store was. Students were buying all sorts of things, chocolate frogs, Bott's Every-Flavor Beans ('now available in hot candle wax!'), and Droobles Best Blowing Bubble Gum.

Yana looked at the sight and quickly dashed off, making his way through the crowd and taking as much gum as he could carry and then grabbed whatever else he found interesting.

Kurama looked at Hiei with a slight smile. "Are you going to pay for that, Hiei?"

"Pay for what?" Kaitou said, then glanced at Hiei, who's pockets were bulging a little too much for his hands to be the only things in them. "Clever. I never even noticed you had left us."

"I didn't." He said, now holding a piece of gum.

"Reduced to pick-pocketing." Rinku let out a 'tsk-tsk-tsk'. "Back to small-time."

"Still taller than you." Hiei said smugly, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"Everyone but that old woman, Flitwick, and babies are taller than me, besides, without that hair, your height's dropped big-time."

"4'5''." Hiei stated flatly.

"Bastard."

"Are the short people arguing again?" Yana said, now holding a big paper bag full of candies.

"SILENCE, NINGEN!"

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID, BIG-HAIRED FREAK-OF-NINGENKAI!"

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Harry walked down the road, thinking about the Demonology incident while Hermione and Ron did what they were best at.

Argue.

"I'm telling you! There's nothing wrong with the transfers!"

"Yeah, right! You heard that old woman in Dumbledore's office last month! They had weird powers and stuff!"

"Well, what were they?" Hermione challenged.

"…I don't remember…But it was something weird! And Hagiri, or Sniper as his friends call him, aimed at me!" Ron ranted. "And what does 'Sniper' mean, anyway!?"

"It means someone who shoots at things, while remaining hidden and never misses! And you have no proof that he did it on purpose!"

"So what? He has never liked me! I was knocked out from the impact, Hermione!"

"Bludgers alone can knock you out, Ron, and, it's his first year ever playing, so"—

"You're just defending him because you like him!"

Hermione turned red, blushing or from anger, who knows? "That doesn't mean anything!"

Harry tuned them out, well-adjusted to doing so. Where had, what were their names? Yusuke and Kuwabara, come from? They just came from nowhere, and Yusuke was controlled by Voldemort, too! There was something weird about them, but he couldn't figure out what. And the transfers knew him as well, which didn't help his thoughts at all. Maybe they were all working together on something. Kido and Yana had done something to Lucius not too long ago, and claimed to have been Death Eaters, and said Voldemort was insulted by Lucius' lack of information. But they didn't have the mark. It made no sense, they were all so shady, but ignored him without the faintest interest. Every time he introduced himself to one of them, they paid no attention to him, not a 'do you have the scar', or 'is it true you're the only one to survive against You-Know-Who?' They didn't care, much less ever hear of him. And the three that said they came from a dimensional rip were even stranger: the one that was placed in the fourth year of Slytherin had an attitude like an angry hippogriff, and for some strange reason had three pink stars under his left eye. The other two were obviously best friends, but were incredibly different; Touya was quiet, tactical, and even somewhat brooding. Jin, however, was loud, hyper, and talked faster than anyone could follow.

"Hey, Harry." Ron said, tapping on his friend's shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Look." He pointed in the direction of a store window. There was a picture of a man with scraggly black hair and tired eyes. He was looking at the text below his picture with a grin.

Harry ran up to the window and read the paper.

BLACK CLEARED!

Sirius Black, who was arrested fifteen years ago for the murder of a Muggle and of Peter Pettigrew, along with using magic in front of several Muggles, and after escaping Azkaban three years ago, has been cleared of all charges. "After looking at the evidence and questioning several Death Eaters that were captured in June, we have found out that, in fact, Black was not a Death Eater, and that Peter Pettigrew, an unregistered Animagus, staged his own death and killed a Muggle in order to frame Black." Says Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. "Black may have escaped from Azkaban, but he was in there for a crime he didn't commit. We are satisfied to say that Black is now safe to come out of hiding and live with the rest of the Wizarding Society. We wish to apologize to Black for his incarceration.

"I don't believe it…" Harry gasped, "They cleared him."

"Yeah, good thing he came back to life." Ron said dazedly. "He's got freedom again."

"This is great!" Hermione jumped up and down with excitement. "Wait 'till we tell him! He'll be so happy!"

Harry was grinning widely, he couldn't help it. Maybe he and his godfather could actually live together like planned. Sure, Grimmauld Place could be a rather noisy place, with the Order meeting there, a screeching picture, and a hippogriff in the master bedroom, but he would get to live with Sirius! His head felt like it was spinning from the surprise. But, wait. It felt oddly similar to when Snape was teaching him Occlumency… the same feeling, but he wasn't forced to see anything, it was like someone was merely observing what he was looking at through his eyes. He tried to fight the feeling, closed his eyes, and tried to clear his mind, but he was still giddy from the acquitting. People were clamoring near the window, until someone yelled out loudly.

"Why didn't you tell me they had things like this earlier!?" A voice shouted.

"We didn't know about it until we just walked into the store. Calm down Yusuke." They could hear Kaitou say. "And as you can see, the dual-language charm works quite well."

"I don't care how damn good it works! Why didn't you get me one sooner!?"

"How come he gets to yell in Japanese and I don't?" Asato muttered, finger in ear.

"Children." Hiei muttered as they all joined the crowd to see the sign. "Maybe if you had Youkai blood, Kido, then you may get some respect."

"Youkai blood? Heh, I'd rather stick to what I am, a mutated freak, than some half-breed Ma-zanki or whatever."

"It's Ma-zoku!" Yusuke yelled, in English. "And I'll kick your stupid blond ass right now, if ya want!"

"Just try it!" Their foreheads were pressed against each other's.

Jin shook his head. "Ya'd think th' lads woulda gon' an' killed 'emselves by now, righ', Touya?"

Touya closed his eyes. "We can't get our hopes up, Jin."

The wind demon grinned widely. "That's mighty odd of ya', Touya, tryin' ta be funny, ya sure you're alright? 'Member when ya temp gon' an' shot up ta forty? Whoo, I thought ya were goin' ta kick th' bucket!"

Mitarai raised a brow. "Shot up to forty?"

"An ice demons' body temperature averages around twenty degrees." Kurama said. "A fire demon, however, regulates around one hundred and seventy."

"So that's why Hiei and you stay away from each other?" Mitarai asked Touya, who nodded.

Harry turned after hearing the word 'demon'. It was the transfers. He elbowed his friends and motioned for them to leave the crowd.

"Hey guess what?" He said happily.

"What?" Kuwabara asked.

Harry blinked. "I thought you only spoke Japanese."

The carrottop grinned, reached just below the neckline of his shirt, and pulled out a silver chain. "Found this at the store, it's weird. I can still speak and understand Japanese, but I know English too."

"It's called being bilingual." Hiei scoffed, then added, "Baka."

"That's one word I definitely know! C'mere, Shrimp, so I can kick your scrawny little butt!" He went to grab Hiei, but missed, because Hiei was now next to Kurama.

"How did he do that?" Hermione asked. "Can people apparate in Hogsmeade?"

Ron's jaw dropped. "You mean there's actually stuff you don't know? Gasp!"

"Like how you manage to scrape by in Potions? Yes, there are some things I don't know."

"But you give him your notes." Yana pointed out.

Hermione looked at Yana grumpily. "But how can he do that?" She returned to Hiei.

"Ah, don't worry about him, Hiei and Kuwabara just hate each other." Yusuke grinned.

"Sounds like two people I know." Harry muttered.

"And who might that be, Harry?" Hermione said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, Harry, who?" Ron chided.

"Um, well…" He turned to his left. "Oh, look! A bookstore! I think I'll go check it out!" He dashed off.

Hermione then glared at the psychics and demons.

"You know, I could really use another book." Kaitou said nervously.

"I should get one, as well." Kurama agreed, and they all ran towards the Second-Chance Bookstore (For Those Books You Forgot!).

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Shinobu Sensui entered the cave, bored, carrying a bag from a fast food place, along with a soda. He turned the corner and saw the boat floating in the middle of the underground lake, empty. He turned his gaze to the couch and TV in front of the lake, the TV was on, but the couch was vacant.

That was strange. He walked up to the couch and put the food down.

"Mr. Itsuki?" He called. "Mr. Itsuki?"

No answer.

"Where is he?" He muttered. "Ill, indeed." He turned to look behind him, nothing. "Amanuma!"

The air in the space quivered and then a boy and a Playstation 2 were suddenly there.

"What's up, Mr. Sensui?" He grinned widely.

"And why are you so cheerful?" The man raised a brow.

Amanuma held up his hand, making a victory sign. "Just beat the high score in Underground 2!"

Should've known. "Have you seen Mr. Itsuki?"

"You mean lover-boy?"

Sensui gave Amanuma a sort of parental 'that's not nice' look, but half-smiled. "Have you seen him?"

"He did that 'melt into the ground' thing about twenty minutes ago. Haven't seen him since." The Game Master shrugged. "Probably had to feed that weird face thing."

"Ura-Otoko." Sensui corrected.

"Face Thing."

Sensui looked up at the vortex that hung just above the lake. Demons were looking at him hungrily with disgusting jaws gaped.

"He's not supposed to leave this cave." Sensui said quietly.

"Hey, if he's sick, can't Dr. Kamiya make him better, so we can speed that thing up?" He jerked his head in the direction of the portal.

"Dr. Kamiya gets a little scalpel-happy sometimes. I believe it would be best if Mr. Itsuki healed on his own."

"Mr. Sensui?"

The Black Angel looked down at the boy, he looked almost embarrassed to ask him a question. "Yes?"

"Are Mitarai and Hagiri coming back? I kinda miss them, they played with me sometimes."

The words hit Sensui like a giant wave. "Don't worry about them, they'll be here when it happens."

"Oh, okay, good."

Sensui was quiet for a moment, when they heard someone cry out.

"Stop! What're you doing!?" The two psychics turned around, the yell came from down the tunnel.

"Stay here." Sensui took off, running towards the cries.

"Why are you doing this!?" He finally got to the source. Itsuki was being held up by the neck by Gourmet. Arms with eyes on them were trying to fight the glutton away from him.

"C'mon, Gate Keeper, it'll only hurt for a second." He started to open his giant mouth, when a foot collided with his stomach. He dropped the demon and rolled onto his side.

"What is the meaning of this, Gourmet?" Sensui growled, furious.

"C'mon, Sensui, the guy's sick, dyin'. I ain't sick, if I take his powers we can keep the tunnel goin'."

Sensui chuckled. "Not a bad idea, Mr. Makihara."

The yaminate's eyes widened. "Sensui…"

"But," Sensui said thoughtfully. "You're an idiot and your stomach takes up so much space, your brain can barely breathe. In case you forgot, you are expendable, Mr. Itsuki is not."

Gourmet's tiny eyes glared at Sensui. "Right, right, how could I forget that? Anyone but your little demon boyfriend can be killed."

Sensui hit Gourmet square in the jaw with a purple ball of energy. The psychic was slammed into the wall, crashing through it for about twelve feet.

"If you dare to try to kill one of our own again, the next piece of footage on Chapter Black will be what I do to you." Sensui snarled.

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LL A.K.: I hate Gourmet.

Falcon: Itsuki's too cute to be eaten!

LL A.K.: Yusuke's awesome.

Falcon: smiles

LL A.K.: What're you so happy about? Normally you're real pain in the ass.

Falcon: Yeah, well, look what I've got! YuYu Hakusho: Born Anew and Poltergeist Report! And the responses!

Thanks To: animegrl1018, me, gyj, ghsf, Sara the Soul Spirit Gun, yukina189, Talon and Skittles, Lachwen, Amari Koorime, Angelkitsune, Fire Kitsune 101, Cayasha, pmarsala311, Mihi-kun, The Thief Kuronue, Bluespark, hatori obsesser, Gilluin, samuraiduck27, Rogueicephoenix, and Deceptigirl.

Megumi Muse: Eve LePants was Evil Pants. Some random stuff I thought up. And thanks for complementing Diablo!

Flower Girl: You liked that part, eh? Yeah I just had to have Harry and Ron gang up on Hermione.

Fire Sidoni: Yes, I'll join! And obviously, it is Kuwa-chan!

Black Panther Wolf: She'll show, but she's not going to be in the school. As for the yaoi, sorry, can't do it. DON'T HURT ME!

Dreizen: No problem.

Raven, Jamuarye, Key, Kaedae: It sucked? Ah, well, there's a complaint in every chapter.

Bahamut9999: Yes, obviously, Yusuke was toushin-y.

Wind Kitty: No internet at home. Sorry for taking so long!

Kurosaisei:Don't worry, there's a reason for that.

RBMIfan: Stereotypes always make the fics fun, don't they?

LL A.K.: Wanna go watch Born Anew again?

Falcon: Sure.

LL A.K.: R&R!!!